Vampire: The Hunted

Hadrian

When the lights appeared, Hadrian had jumped to the roof of the bar. He wasn't going anywhere until he'd had a chance to 'discuss' things with the other vampire. He also wasn't about to leave Billy alone to his own devices. This was the first successful contact he'd made with a human in over a hundred years.

As he peered down into the alley he watched a man step from a vehicle. He was armed to teeth and had so much silver on him that Hadrian could actually taste it in the air. A hunter for sure. This was not good.

Hadrian watched and waited. If this man threatened either Billy or the vampire he would have to intervene.
 
"Where is he?"

It didn't take more than a minute for Vallen to be set up, kneeling down on the fallen body, almost expecting to see the face of Hadrian. But, rather, some other vampire, deep in pain, but still alive.

Well, it wasn't a total waste then. He could still bag one of them.

"Hey... hello?"

Vallen stood up, at the human, who seemed to be in a daze for the moment. The lights having blinded him. He had the look of some young naive man. Holding up the recent picture of Hadrian downloaded from the Van, Vallen snapped his fingers a few times, to grab the man's attention.

"Hadrian? Have you seen him, do you know where he is? I was told a vampire that looked like this was here, not a few minutes ago. Where is he?"
 
Damien Kane.

The bullets hit him hard, and he recoiled backward, then bared his fangs at the hunter.

Outside he heard the some loud squealing sounds.

"More of them," Shylah said. "We must go . . ."

Damien nodded and backed away from the remaining hunter. he wanted him dead, but not at the cost of bringing more of his kind down on them.

"Follow," he whispered, turned and leapt to one of the upper levels of the warehouse, making his way to the roof.

He could hear the two women keeping up with him as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, digging bulletts out of his flesh as he did. Until finally coming to a halt a few miles from where they had begun.

He turned and waited for the others, his wounds already healing rapidly.

Shylah landed gracefully on the rooftop beside him, but the other woman seems to have slowed.

He sent out his thoughtd to her. It was difficult to transmit to one not of his bloodline, but since he could see her, he could talk to her.

"Yes," he thought to her. "I remember you, young one. You've earned my grace for your assistance to my grandaughter . . . come and speak in peace."
 
Billy Gunn

having finally turned away from the headlights, Billy spun around and saw a man checking the downed vampire. Then the man was spitting questions at him venomously, finally pulling out a sheet of paper with Hadrian's image on it. The question finally sunk in.

"Haven't seen anyone like that pal."

Billy gestured to the downed vamp with a nod of his head before speaking again.

"I heard this guy roughing up a woman so I came to try and help. Mission sucessful from the way I see things."

He eyed the hardware on the man and raised an eye suspiciously.

"You don't look like a cop. That being the case, I think I'll go have that beer now."

Billy slowly started to turn around. When his back was turned to the guy, he drew a silent, deep breath, praying that he'd be able to book it before the guy started getting really belligerant. Confidence wasn't an issue, but that guy had more deadly shit on him than Rambo in all three movies it seemed. best to put distance and do it fast. With any luck, everybody would forget about him before sunrise.
 
Nikki heard his voice in her head and accepted his offer. Right now she had no wish to fight him. There would be no harm in speaking to him first. Or so she told herself repeatedly. Sighing softly she caught up to the two vampires.
 
Help? Trying to help? Vallen shook his head. Some Rambo, looked like he was packing a piece, but nothing more. One of those young guys who hasn't tasted a real fight with a vampire before, and didn't know it took more than a couple of silver bullets.

"All the best," Vallen said, watching him walk off. Then, he leaned down to the vampire with a broken neck.

"Looks like you're going back to the lab, my friend. At least it won't be a total loss. You wouldn't happen to have seen this guy, have you?"

But, the vampire didn't say anything, besides a few bubbles of blood that crept from his mouth. Vallen took out a few long wires of silver, wrapping him up, incapacitating him, although he was already as weak as a baby doll.

Vallen threw him in the back of the van, looking back at the dead alley. Close... too close. Something just wasn't right about all this. A gun did not cause a vampire to break nis neck. That would require great strength, or great speed, or both. Neither of them a human posessed.

"Hadrian..." He sighed, perhaps tomorrow night. Some good leads were open, he had Tony and his gang working on it. Just a matter of time.

The sun would be up in a matter of hours. He had bagged three for the night, didn't seem like a horrible catch. He could grab a few beers before going to sleep and doing it all again tomorrow.

Vallen got in the cab, looking once more back at the alleyway.

"Another time..."
 
"Damn it. I must be a glutton for punishment."

Billy sighed as he started his motorcycle up, waiting until the reverse lights of the cab had turned off and it was moving forward down the deserted street before he put it into gear and started following it.

"Who the in the Hell goes around collecting vampire bodies in the middle of the night?"

He gave a quick glance up towards the rooftops around him as the bike started sliding easily along the road. he hoped Hadrian was watching, covering his dumb ass as he turned on his headlights after about a block. He kept a good distance behind the van hoping not to arouse the driver's suspicion.
 
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Damien Kane

He eyes the young one as she approached. Shylah stepped behind him, quietly observant.

"I trust this meeting will go better than our last? I have no wish to harm you, this day."

He studied her a moment. There was hatred in her eyes. Hatred for him. Why?

No matter. He was sure it would come out before long.

He glanced back at Shylah, and spoke to both of them. "Now . . . tell me what this is all about." He spoke with the quiet authority of a man who expected to have his questions answered, and would not deal with evasion or misleading comments very pleasantly. "Why are we being hunted so openly, and by whom?"
 
Nikki studied him for along moment. He was a very imposing man. He seemed to exude power. He was also very handsome, it's to bad he was evil. She mentally shrugged disturbed at her turn of thoughts. "Vampires have been hunted for centuries. However recently a group of vampires let their presence be known far to widely." As if you didn't know all this she thought to herself angrily still recalled his name on that dying vampires lips. "Since then a hunt has been called. We are constantly in danger. We must be even more careful then before." She shurgged her thoughts alway conflicting on the vampire hunts. She was a vampire now, they hunted her as well. She protected vampires it seemed from the very people she used to belong to. She still hadn't sorted al the chaos of her thoughts. She acted purely out of instinct helping those she believed innocent. Yet how could a vampire be innocent. She sighed soflty to herself frustrated with her lack of focus.
 
Kamile

Kamiles dark eyes glared down at the man lying in the park. HEr was older and tasted even older

"Human pig" She spat on his fresly dead body.

She was tired of these pigs. The ones that only emerged at night for the fresh runaway girls who had nowhere to go but the streets and to make money by going to be with anyone who paid.
She took it personally. she acted it she was one. All these men thought is that she was some young innocent who needed breaking.

Quickly she walked away from the corpse in the park. Her long black hair flowed behind her in her stealthness. She pulled her wool kneelenght coat around her to hid her short skirt and halter top. She was done hunting tonight. The last one had left a bad taste in her mouth.
 
Billy Gunn

Billy followed the van cautiously.

Too cautiously.

The driver lost him within just a few blocks. He'd have taken it personally, knowing he was a much better driver than that, but somehow just could not seem to work up the anger.

He considered driving back to bar to have that drink, but suddenly didn't like the idea. The captured vampire may have had a few friends around that might be missing their buddy right about now and Billy definately didn't want to face that scenario.

"I ought to do the smart thing and get my ass home.", he told himself.

"Yeah, right."

He sighed as he took the first left that he came upon. The new nightclub, Legacy's, was just down the road and was supposed to be damned cool, not to mention filled with college girls cutting loose over the weekend.

Naturally, the more he thought about it...

He eased into the parking lot and found a spot close to the front entrance. Driving a motorcycle was good that way. The line was small at this hour, practically non-existant, however the roaring buzz of the people and music inside was almost tangible. He paid the bouncer the cover charge and slipped inside, his senses instantly assailed by the dark colored lights and throbbing bass of the music.
 
It didn't take long before Vallen caught the yong man's attention at the bar, waving a beer at him. Free of charge, if he wanted to come over and chat a bit.

"Followed me, didn't you? I saw it... they don't pay me much, but they pay me enough to watch my ass every now and then."

He gave the guy the beer, leaning across from the bar, starin at the raving orgy of flesh still out. So late and night, and they had so much energy. He wanted to fall asleep just watching them.

"Now, here's the real question, soldier... what's some stranger, some guy just trying to help doing following me around?"

He gave the man an all too knowing smile, "Nah, you don't have to answer that. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say... but nowadays, dead cats don't stay dead. I hunt them... no, not dead cats, vampires. That's why I took the body. They have this shitty deal, I take in a few vampires a night, and they give me all the fucking equipment I need to go out and bring back more of those fuckers..."

He raised a cheer to that, as if it were something to cheer about, "You interested? Always looking for good men. Boy scouts, super hero's, fucking idiots, you fall under one of those categories... just not sure which one yet."
 
Damien Kane

His face was smooth, void of emotion. But a part of him was seething.

He had alway taught his bloodline his ways. The ways of stealth and secrecy. Nevr hunt what you don't need . . . and do not take enough to kill from any one human.

A trail of dead bodies has a way of bringing unwanted attention.

"We must get off the rooftops. My lair has been compromised by these . . . hunters."

He listened. Sounds carried through the night . . . echoing. Voices, music. He thought it odd, at first that he would hear it so clearly, until he noticed. The streets were empty.

"Of course. No human would dare go out at night any longer . . ."

He looked the the two women.

Shylah shook her head. "I have nowhere close." She looked at the other woman, and frowned.

Damien studied the newcomer. She showed little fear of him, which was quite remarkable considering their last meeting.

"Do you know of someplace?"
 
Elizabeth O'Sullivan

Elizabeth stuffed her hands in the deep pockets of her olive wool coat. The docks were mainly empty this time of night, but she enjoyed the challenge. The long black skirts she wore swished against the planks, she looked almost out of place and time.

From a distance Elizabeth could pass for a child, a mere slip of a girl...it was a great lure for the type that hung around these parts after sundown.

She heard footsteps behind her, heavy boots and smiled. She slowed her steps allowing him to catch up.

" 'Ey there pretty thing, you lost?"
She nodded sadly pouting more than usual.
He came closer and rubbed her back, using that as an opportunity to put his arm around her.
"You're freezing girl, we'll have to do something to get you warmed up."
She nodded, "I think I saw a diner down this way," she pointed towards the alley, "would you like to go with me?"
The pair headed down the alley, away from the light.
He stumbled a bit but she could see just fine, she glanced sideways at her potential victim, he wasn't a bad looking guy short wavey brown hair that was just begining to show a bit of grey at the temples, sparkling blue eyes and a nice smile. She almost felt bad...but this man was a predator and so was she.
She turned without warning and pressed her cool lips to his warm ones.
He let out a cry of suprise, but quickly embraced her and returned the kiss.
She moved from his lips, down his jawline to his throat while he busied himself smelling the sweetness of her hair and fumbling with the buttons of her jacket searching for a cheap feel.
She saw her opportunity and she took it nibbling lightly at first before drawing first blood.
The man cried out at first, but then the waves of pleasure began and as she drained away his life he was happy.

She dropped his body before she had drained him completely, licking the blood that stained her lips away.
She leaned down and gave him a light kiss on his cheek,
"thanks for warming me up."
Rebuttoning her coat she headed away from the docks back into the city.
 
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Kamile

She made her way back to the main streets from the park. She could hear the voices of others ring in her ears.

"They are out there in full force tonight" She wispered into the night.

She made way thoght the allyways silent as the darkness.
 
Nikki hesitated not wanting to show Damien her sleeping place. It seemed almost to intimate. Yet she had no choice. Nodding mostly to herself she said "Yes I know of a place, Its not far from here. Follow me" without waiting for their reply she turned and hurried across the rooftops. Her place was on the very edge of the city in a demloshed building.. The hatch to the basement had been left intact and was well hidden. Despite the conditions of the house her home was quite modernized. She had used her old connections to the agency to have surveilance installed and a few other fun gadgets. She wasn't taking any chances. Glancing back once to make sure they followed she hurried to what she hoped was safty.
 
Damien Kane

He ghosted after her with Shylah following close behind.

His senses were on edge, sharp and keen, searching the night for any and all potential enemies.

She slowed down near an abandoned building, and he followed her inside.
 
Having fed Elizabeth decided to return home to relax a bit, and catch up on her reading...
The streets near her home were devoid of life, the only sound was the wind rustling throught the trees that lined the street.
It was a nice neighborhood...quiet and serene...a lot of old money lived here.

She occupied a humble greystone at the end of the block, a two story with large picture windows...not that she had much use for them...they were blocked out with heavy blackout curtains most of the time.
She neared the building, keys in hand, when she felt something nearby...she tried to shake it off, but she couldn't...
 
Nikki entered her home with Damien and Shyla close behind her. She closed the door and set the security then turned on the lights, not that they were needed. Her place consisted of a nice sitting room with a couple bookshelves full of well worn books and a radio. There was a door of to one side which led to her bedroom that had a king size bed and a dresser. It was cozy and it was hers so she felt defensive as both of the new vampires took in their surroundings. She stood there her arms crossed facing them. She knew they had a common enemy and for now peace stood between Damien andher but she wasn't ready to comfotable with them in her home.
 
Damien Kane

He removed the long leather jacket, and draped it over his arm.

"So, now we are the hunted, yes?"

He shook his head.

"And who is this fool vampire whom flaunts himself so easily?"

Shylah answered. "We know little of him. He's said to be quite old. Possibly an Ancient. And well protected."

Shylah glanced at the other woman, quickly before continuing. "He has been turning humans at an incredible rate. All of them loyal only to him . . . almost as if he's some sort of deity . . ."

"It's not the first time it's happened," Damien spoke softly. "Always has one vampire or another decided to flaunt his abilities. Mael, Vlad, Byron . . . but they've always been dealt with. Why has no one dealt with this one?"

"There have been attempts," Shylah answered. "Aemon, Julius, Ivan, and others. None were successful. he is . . . powerful."

"We need a meeting. Can one be arranged?"

Shylah shook her head. "There hasn't been any form of the Council since you vanished, Tiernan."

Damien lowered his eyebrows. "Well, I'm vanished no more . . ."

He looked at the other woman. "You, young one. What say you? I would have as many of our kind as I can on our side . . . but I will not suffer deception."

He tilted his head to the side. "If you still wish me dead, you may try when we're through."

Shylah spun toward the woman at this, baring her teeth, but Damien held up a hand to her. "No, child. I gave her my word. No harm will come to her."
 
Nikki listened to their conversation quietly. When Shyla turned on her fangs bared she merely raised a brow. How could someone care so much for Damien if he were so evil as her maker had claimed. Her mind wandered back to that night. She had asked him as he lay bleeding who had begun this war between vampires and humans. He had sputtered some nonsense so she had shook him. The last word out of his mouth was Damien. Yet it didn't make any sense. She rubbed the bridge of her nose a habit since she was human. She was confused. Part of her still hated Damien, yet another part of her, the emotional part sensed no evil in him. That part almost urged her to trust him. Mentally shaking herself she nodded ignoring Shyla's anger. "I will help you in this. This hunt is hurting both humans and vampires alike. I wish it to stop as well. As for wishing you dead... we shall see on that account. For now we shall call a truce. You need not worry about betrayel. My word is my honor." Her eyes met his boldly.
 
Billy Gunn

Vallen: "You interested? Always looking for good men. Boy scouts, super hero's, fucking idiots, you fall under one of those categories... just not sure which one yet."

Billy had sat drinking the beer given to him tentatively as he listened to the man.

No matter what, Billy knew the man was completely serious in his offer. However, Billy wasn't exactly sure how he felt about that.

"Right now, I'm kinda leanin' to the 'fucking idiot' option..."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before deciding to continue.

"I don't know exactly what the Hell has happened tonight. I just got off work and was going to have a few beers back at the bar. Then somehow all sorts of shit hit the fan. There was a vampire about to eat some woman. Then when I went to stop him some other vamp-guy showed up and stomped the first guy like a mouse. Then you showed up. Not exactly a green-flag sort of night for me if you get my meaning. "

Billy leveled his gaze at the man.

"You say you are some sort of hunter huh? Why do you do it? I can get the vigilante thing, but turning them over to become lab-rats? Way I figure it, that's just as shady as the blood-suckers themselves."

He shook his head.

"No thanks, pal. If, for some dumb-ass reason, I do decide to toss my ass in with the monsters, it's going to be for a reason I can put all of my conviction behind. Risking my skin for a men-in-black Uncle Sam mad-scientist group doesn't exactly sing to me."
 
"Is that it? You think I'm doing it for them?"

Vallen shook his head as he grabbed for another beer. The night's task had done him more than enough, and he felt better in letting the alcohol burn it away.

"We're in a war here. No doubt about that. The time for ignorance is over, and that's what those lab rats do. They raise the level of ignorance. Like it or not, we don't know shit about vampires. Their blood, their hunger, their strength. It's all a fucking mystery. The only reason I don't kill the fucking bastards on sight is cause one of them might lead some lab rat to a better way to kill, a new alloy, new technology. Bullets that can kill them with one shot. How do you think we found out about silver and U.V. grenades? Cause we stuck those fuckers in a cage and watched them dance."

He took out a small rod, "See this."

When he pressed a button, it let loose a silver whip, dropping to the floor.

"Monofilament. See, we couldn't build one out of silver cause silver is too strong, it wouldn't take it. You'd need something softer, more durable, like gold or lead. See, this thing just has pieces of silver in... like only 10 percent proof, but it works. You tie one of them up in this, and they won't get out. No one knew you couldn't just use parts of silver before. They always thought you needed the entire thing to be silver. New technology."
He pressed a button, and the whip moved back into the small rod. Vallen pushed it across the bar.

"Keep it, I've got more than enough back in my van. The bottom line is, I don't like the jack ass Family government tree any more than you, or hell even the vampires, but they provide serious firepower against those blood suckers. If I have to take one back every once in a while, then that's the price I pay."

He looked down at the whip, and then back at him.

"The choice is yours... just if you want to go up against a vampire... a real vampire, all by yourself, you'll need more than a good smile and a strong heart.
 
Damien Kane

He smiled slightly at her boldness.

"Very well, Young One. A 'truce.'"

He looked at the two women. "What we need now, is information. This is your time . . . any suggestions?"
 
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